Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 192 The Dispute Over Prophecy

Are you provoking me?! Get away from me!

Lupin's first lesson was a great success, and it was only a matter of time before he became a favorite among the students.

Snape's mood worsened—after seeing the photos of Damon in women's clothing, his expression became so gloomy it looked like a venomous snake ready to devour its prey.

"Why are you so angry? Maybe you'd be a great beauty if you dressed up properly."

"You think that's funny?"

Snape was furious. Just by looking at the photograph in Damon's hand, he could guess what had happened—the stupid face of Neville in the corner of the photo made Snape want to tear it to shreds!
That idiot!

"Oh, if it's not funny, it's not funny. Why get so angry?"

Damon muttered as he put the photo away, and this deliberately performed gesture only made Snape angrier!
"What on earth are you here for?"

He gave Damon a cold look, somewhat exasperated with this persistent student—"Wait, remove this spell! How long are you going to keep this photo?!"

Damon stepped back, blocking Snape's outstretched hand, thus thwarting Snape's attempt to disrupt the magical image.

"I'm here to warn you not to let the tragedy continue."

"What are you talking about?" Snape frowned slightly, feeling a little impatient.

"What I mean is, whatever tragedies your previous generation may have had, don't pass them on to the next generation."

"Are you saying I'm taking my anger out on Longbottom?" Snape's face suddenly turned cold. "Who do you think you are lecturing? What do you know about me to give you the right to say such nonchalant things?"

Damon White! You're even more arrogant than I imagined!

He ignored the photos and pointed his arm like a spear toward the office door.

"Get out!"

He was so furious, his hair stood on end, that the entire office seemed to be stained with a red rage.

Damon's face remained expressionless, even appearing more rigid.

Faced with the enraged Snape, he simply spoke slowly:

“I do not know you, Professor, but I do know Neville, and happen to know some things.”

“I have no interest in you or that idiot. Now—get out of my office—”

"—That prophecy," Damon raised his voice just in time with Snape, not giving an inch, "that person who has the ability to defeat the Dark Lord was born into a family that resisted him three times, and was born at the end of July!"

Upon hearing this chilling revelation, Snape's heart pounded violently!
"How did you know about this—Dumbledore? Damn it! You two are really inseparable! So what! So what if you know about it? Do you want to drag Longbottom into this damned thing that happened to Potter?!"

Snape visibly panicked and had to raise his voice to cover up his lapse in composure.

This has nothing to do with Longbottom. He just doesn't want Damon to know that he had such a shameful past.

He didn't understand why, but he just didn't want it to be that way.

Their voices were so excited that even students passing by outside the office couldn't help but become curious—although they couldn't hear what they were saying, they knew that the Duel Prince was arguing with their dean.

“It’s not just about Harry.” Damon’s voice calmed down.

"What did you say?"

“Neville was also born at the end of July. Both his parents were in the Order of the Phoenix, and they had escaped from Voldemort three times.” Snape’s expression showed a moment of surprise, but then turned cold.

"so what?"

"Not only did Harry's parents die that night, but Neville's parents were also driven insane by the Death Eater Bellatrix shortly afterward—this prophecy was not only a tragedy for the family, but it also changed Neville's life forever."

The fleeting panic on Snape's face had completely vanished; a mocking smile even appeared on his lips.

"I didn't realize you were such a weak person. What, do you want me to take responsibility for that prophecy? For Longbottom's parents? To treat that idiot like a treasure?"

"No, I just wanted to remind you that you left in such a hurry that you missed the second half of the prophecy."

The one capable of defeating the Dark Lord will be chosen at the end of July.

Snape didn't speak, but just stared at Damon, urging him to finish what he had to say.

"Aren't you both afraid of and respectful of Voldemort? It's time to say goodbye to those unbearable past events. Dumbledore and I will defeat Voldemort, and Neville and Harry will also be involved."

You wouldn't want our chances of victory to be weakened and rendered ineffective because of some narrow-minded professor, would you?

"Are you trying to tell me that idiot Longbottom can play a role in defeating the Dark Lord?"
This joke isn't funny, just like your photo—"

Snape suddenly reached out and grabbed the magical image in Damon's hand, scattering it.

Then, he straightened his robes and looked at Damon solemnly.

"Have you finished saying what you wanted to say? Please leave."

Damon stopped provoking Snape and left.

Snape was a pure Slytherin. Even if he felt no guilt whatsoever towards Neville, he would still treat Neville with caution because of that prophecy.

Next, his bullying should stop.

As he reached the door, Damon suddenly stopped and muttered to himself:
“Professor, I respect you, so please do not do anything to disappoint me—a teacher abusing his power to bully students who are not yet mature is, in my opinion, comparable to the evil deeds committed by the Death Eaters.”

"Kacha."

Damon walked out of his office and saw several Slytherin students standing not far away, their expressions somewhat unnatural, as if they had just left after hearing the commotion.

Inside the office, Snape's expression shifted constantly, his mood unpredictable.

After confirming that Damon had completely left, he suddenly felt a little tired and plopped down on a stool.

I don't know how much time had passed, but when the whole office seemed to fall silent, a muttered voice suddenly rang out.

"But I am a Death Eater."

Outside the classroom, the Slytherin students were also discussing.

"Although I look down on those twins' ugly inventions, we should really buy a bunch of retractable ears. If we had these things, we should be able to tell what they're arguing about."

"Listen, keep your mouths shut—this must not be known to students from other colleges."

Their college already has a very bad reputation.

If the Duel Princes and their Dean fall out, their status could very well plummet to the point of being universally disliked.

(End of this chapter)